One part lady-Wavves, with Bangles clammy, clanging, ringing vocals, one part lowkey, hazy Slow Jabroni Surfer Blood chug. The faster tracks are the finest, dig that enormous opening guitar paean on Waiting By The Telephone. But everything sounds just a bit slower and sludgier than it has to, all a bit affected with layers of stoney gossamer haze. Example: does the finest moment of Outta My Mind have to sound like, to paraphrase Brent DiCrescenzo, a dinosaur shitting out the Buffy theme? You want to smack this album - get the fuck out of bed, you've got so much potential!
Side note: eventually, you can't save everyone, even if you care about them terribly 3.5/5
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